As Karen began to beat off, Harry at last drew his cream-soaked face out of Luann’s hot crotch and caught his breath. He was grinning as he looked down at his panting red-faced mistress with her pleasure-blasted smile. But Luann wasn’t helpless for long. With a mischievous look she suddenly pushed Harry down on his back and knelt beside him.
“My turn for a midnight snack,” she said.
Harry just grinned and folded his arms behind his head. Luann bent low over him, her red-glossed lips almost touching his stiff-standing cock which stood straight up from his belly, the head fat and purple and swollen, the stalk taut and pale and blue-veined.
Her small pink tongue crept out…
“Oh, God,” Karen murmured.
She couldn’t help it. She wanted so much to have that experience again, to be allowed to lick and taste a man’s cock for as long as she wanted. Damn her prudish husband anyway! Why couldn’t he allow himself any pleasure? Why couldn’t he understand what he was missing when he wouldn’t let his eager wife do anything new or kinky to him?
Luann’s wet little tongue tickled into the silver-curled bush at the base of Harry’s prick and then started working upward, lashing and lapping and circling. Harry moaned loudly, and his eyes rolled briefly, aimlessly, as the first blast of pleasure hit him. Then he grinned blissfully as his pretty mistress continued to lick slowly, thoroughly, up the pole of his cock.
“Yeah, baby, that’s what I like,” he sighed. “You just lick that meat and take your time about it, sweetheart. I could go all night.”
She took her time, all right. Minutes passed before she finally worked her way up to the swollen purple head of his cock. When she finally got there, she gave it a brief mock-nibble with her little white teeth, and then suddenly sucked it into her mouth. She took not only the fat knobby head, but his whole dick, almost down to his balls.
“Awwwwww,” Harry moaned, delighted and surprised.
Karen couldn’t figure out how Luann could take that long thick cock all the way into her mouth—until she saw the girl’s throat bulge. Karen’s heart pounded as she thought of taking a fat tasty prick right into her throat. Luann sucked ravenously on Harry’s meat, her head bouncing up and down over his lap. Harry gasped and moaned with the powerful jay of having his dick sucked.
“Oh, Christ, that’s enough,” he said after a moment. “I’m gonna come if you don’t quit. Awwww, Jesus…”
Luann sat up, and his spit-soaked cock popped from between her lips. Karen looked at it longingly, wanted it deep in her red-hot famished cunt. Instead Luann was going to get it. She was still on her hands and knees, catching her breath, when Harry rolled over and mounted her from behind, doggie-style. Unable to wait, he jammed the big hard head of his cock into her tiny cunt mouth—and Karen saw the fat white stalk quickly vanish up the little hole.
“Ohhhhhh,” Luann gasped. “Oh, God, yes… Fuck meee…”
Harry began to ball her almost violently, his big hard cock slamming in and out of her cunt, his swollen balls slapping noisily against her wet pussy. Luann wailed continuously with pleasure, and Harry moaned and yelped as he fucked her. Karen watched enviously, wishing she and Phil could make love like that. She was willing to bet that Harry wouldn’t leave his partner without an orgasm.
And she was right. Sweating, panting, Harry hung in there and kept on balling the moaning girl till she came. A look of utter bliss swept over Luann’s face as a violent climax rocked her lovely body. She wailed her delight in a hoarse helpless voice.
“Yes, baby, yes, yesss,” she cried, “I’m coming… ohhhhhh…”
Karen could have wept with envy. Instead she went on rubbing her clit grimly and managed to bring herself off just about the time that Harry moaned and shot his load. It wasn’t much of an orgasm for Karen, nothing compared to the powerful pleasure Luann had experienced, but it was better than nothing at all. She recovered quickly and watched with envy as the satisfied couple curled up in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep. Phil always turned away from her after they fucked.
Suddenly she heard someone coming down the corridor. She jumped to her feet quickly, blushing hotly. It was Manuel, coming from the deck. My God, how long had he been standing in the corridor? Had he seen her? What if he’d watched her spying on the captain and frigging herself? She’d die of shame…
His eyes seemed to mock her as he said, “Still awake, Mrs. Brandon? May I get you a sleeping pill?”
“N-no, no, thank you, Manuel,” she stammered, “I was just going to bed.”
She hurried to her cabin, still wondering how much the steward had seen. Dear God, she just had to get hold of herself. Being caught like that could ruin Phil’s career. Yet she couldn’t seem to get rid of her endless overpowering lust…
CHAPTER THREE
For most of the next day Manuel sailed the boat, the men talked business, and the women were left to amuse themselves as best they could. Luann spent nearly three hours giving herself a manicure. Penny Green drank gin and read thrillers. Karen tried to improve her tan, but she found that she had roving eyes. No matter where she lay on the deck, there was always a man in a swimming suit to look at—and she couldn’t help looking.
There was no point in denying it any longer, no point in trying to suppress it—she was starved for a decent sex life. She could tell it from the outlandish way she was thinking and behaving. Her lust for Manuel, her spying last night through the keyhole, her compulsion to stare at the men’s crotches—all of it reflected her aching lust, her need to get really well laid.
That was clear enough, but what was she going to do about it? She’d told herself over and over again that she’d never be an unfaithful wife. Adultery and swinging seemed to be the style nowadays, but she didn’t believe in it. She loved Phil in spite of his unimaginative love-making, and she didn’t want to hurt him.
So if he wasn’t taking proper care of her in bed, there was only one thing to do—take care of herself. Perhaps she could get herself a vibrator or a dildo or… But, thinking these thoughts, Karen inwardly moaned. She didn’t want some artificial device to get off with. She wanted a flesh-and-blood man. She wanted a real live stiff cock that would stay stiff long enough to make her come.
Was that really asking so much?
She remembered last night, watching Harry Rosen fuck Luann. Even at fifty Harry could hang in there long enough to bring his lady off—so why couldn’t Phil do the same? Harry helped Luann by getting her hotly aroused before they balled, eating her pussy—things Phil refused to do. That was the kind of lover Karen wanted and needed.
Her unhappy musings were interrupted when Manuel called them all to lunch. She noticed that as she approached the table, the dark-skinned steward looked pointedly at her cleavage and then right into her eyes. Karen couldn’t help blushing. She still wondered if he’d seen her last night, if he knew she’d been frigging herself and watching Harry and Luann ball.
“A cocktail before lunch, Mrs. Brandon?”
Manuel said softly.
“No, thank you, Manuel,” Karen said.
She had to keep her wits about her. Too many drinks and she might just jump on the nearest man and try to rape him! Damn it all, if she and Phil could have just one decent fuck during this whole trip, it would do wonders in easing her tension. Her poor pussy felt permanently swollen with need.
“Well, I’ll have a cocktail,” Penny Green said loudly.